by Brian Bucks | Dec 6, 2021 | Poetry
Yesterday I wrote just a phrase in 0.7mm HB lead on a yellow sticky note and that is how a poem is conceived Like that first spark that draws the eye creative desire plays with the words And you ask, What was the phrase? “grit comes on sandpaper” As I mull...
by Brian Bucks | Nov 25, 2021 | Poetry
From a long way off Father saw me even before I saw Him I was rehearsing my story in shame, head down as shuffled home He ran to me wrapped His arms around me in His bear hug embrace The sorrow in His eyes when I walked away all those days ago – now gone He gave...
